Recaffeinated Mondays: It’s All Over but the Poinsettias

We are on day 292 of 15 days to slow the spread.

I took the Christmas decorations down this weekend.

Actually I started on Thursday and finally got the trees down (yes trees) yesterday.

I waited for the proper time. After Epiphany.

You know, like I mentioned last week as it is ordained by God, the U.S. Constitution, and the Sears and Roebuck catalog.

Once the vacuuming is done, all that will remain of the Christmas holidays are three fairly healthy poinsettias. We’ll keep them around as long as they want to be in our company.

In theory, you can get a poinsettia to turn red again for the next season. It involves hiding them in the closet and sacrificing a live chicken.

Or something like that.

When these turn green if you want to try to reclaim them for the season, let me know.

I had one last year that stayed red for a good while into the spring. It was still red when the first lockdown happened and we all began to telework. When it became obvious that it was going to take much, much longer to slow the spread, I brought it home where it lived on the front porch with the other house plants.

When frost was coming, I let it go.

I already have a small jungle in my home office. That was tricky when I set up the blue screen for virtual Santa. So, I had to make choices.

I went with low maintenance.

We now have a couple of months before we’ll start to see signs of spring again. Unless the weather gets all wacky like it has in recent years and trees bloom in February only to die in an April frost.

I’m not a winter person. I’ve probably mentioned that before. I would be content to see snow on your postcards and Christmas cards.

I’d even post them in the pool cabana. If I had a pool cabana. Or a pool.

I don’t know how you spend your winters. I’m trying to regroup a little.

I’m trying to stay out of the mess on social media. Sadly this time around it’s not just Facebook and Twitter that’s a mess. It’s the whole country.

I can’t fix it.

Like I said Friday, my job is to pray.

In a normal year, wouldn’t mind the thought that we’re likely to be inside for most of the next two months. The obvious problem being that we’ve really been inside for the last ten months.

Hopefully someone is already having a talk with the groundhog and spring will be here sooner rather than later.

And hopefully, by that time, we’ll be well on our way with vaccinations and we can start finding our normal lives again. Assuming we have any idea of what that normal was or is.

I do get concerned about winter depression. Not necessarily my own, but it’s a real thing for many people.

So, check in on your friends. Call them. Text them. Tweet them while you can.

If you know, you know.

Make sure they’re doing okay.

And, if you’d like to take them a poinsettia, let me know.

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I Still Believe


Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.

Corrie Ten Boom

We are on day 289 of 15 days to slow the spread.

The first five days after the weekend are the hardest.

Especially when your last weekend lasted for 13 days.

Not only that, but thanks to the holidays, some health challenges and a multiple personality disorder, I mean, portraying the man in the red suit, this was the first full five-day week I’ve worked since October.

And that seems like 47 years ago.

We’re one week into the 2021 season and already people are seeking to cancel their subscription.

Sure, we all know that there was nothing magical about the stroke of midnight on December 31, 2020.

In fact, I fully planned to sleep through it. But thanks to some new neighbors who apparently have a fondness for fireworks and two large neurotic dogs who do not, I was wide awake.

None of us were really expecting 2021 to be all sunshine, lollipops, and unicorns farting rainbows, but I doubt any of us had insurrection on our bingo cards.

If you did, stop reading right now and go buy a lottery ticket. I’ll wait.

We are a broken people, a fractured nation. And it hurts to say that.

I mean, this is the good ol’ U.S. of A. We don’t do things like this.

I’m not going to make any calls on what is going to happen. I hope things settle down and we get back to a “mostly peaceful” way of life where we all complain about bad government.

There are no easy solutions.

In many ways, I feel helpless.

There’s so much that I want to say and yet, would I really make a difference?

I’ve written two posts and then decided not to post them. I’ve always thought that things would be better if people would just listen to me.

The fact that so many other think we should should be listening to them is probably how we got here in the first place.

We’re in a rough spot. It’s been a rough year with the pandemic, with the riots over the summer, with the election all leading up to yesterday.

Face it, we’ve been cranky for almost a year.

I have been struggling, as a person of faith, with how to respond.

After the first of the riots, I wrote this in June.

I am no great person of prayer. I fail daily.

But my faith tells me that prayer changes things. It certainly has a tendency to change the person doing the praying.

My faith also tells me that God hears our prayers. And I believe He answers.

I still believe that. I don’t know how He will answer, and it’s not my job to know.

My job is to pray. And to believe.

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